Worthless Human by Chante

Valetudinarian

n. Valetudinarian: Someone with a weak or sickly constitution; especially one whose chief concern is their health.

The girl slung across his back was as limp as a severed arm. He sighed, carrying her along with him, trying to avoid thinking about his retainer. How in the seven hells the imp managed to poison her was beyond him. He had been gone for an hour. It was a good thing he came back when he did, else the foolish girl would have been dead.

His assumption, given that Rin was fine and his retainer was still breathing, is that she was allergic to whatever it was that the idiot had used to season the fish.

Not only had she purged her stomach in the camp – which caused a barely repressed sneer at the vulgarity of it – no, she passed out, and given that she was his responcibility, he could not let her die. Which meant, of course, that he would have to deal with the other humans. The urge to sigh was stamped down, and he proceeded towards the village head-man’s hut. After shoving the mat hiding the man from him out of the way, he deposited the sickly girl into the man’s hands.

“You shall fix her. Or you shall die” He intoned carelessly, walking further into the room.

The mortal looked ready to object, but the glare directed at him shut him up until he called for the physicians who took the girl, fretting about her color, her temperature, her lack of movement.

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, eyeing a servant.

“You, girl. Fetch me tea” She bowed low, and without skill before scampering off to do his bidding.

He ignored the stench of sickness clinging to her scent.

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